Works ...Derby & Jackson, 1859 |
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... keeping alive among us the enjoyment of the external and spiritual world : it has constituted the most enduring fame of nations ; and , next to Love and Beauty , which are its parents , is the greatest proof to man of the pleasure to be ...
... keeping alive among us the enjoyment of the external and spiritual world : it has constituted the most enduring fame of nations ; and , next to Love and Beauty , which are its parents , is the greatest proof to man of the pleasure to be ...
10. oldal
... keep to thine horn , And so vent better whatsoever rage Or other passion stuff thee . Feel thy throat And find the chain upon thee , thou confusion ! Lo ! what a hoop is clench'd about thy gorge . " Then turning to myself , he said ...
... keep to thine horn , And so vent better whatsoever rage Or other passion stuff thee . Feel thy throat And find the chain upon thee , thou confusion ! Lo ! what a hoop is clench'd about thy gorge . " Then turning to myself , he said ...
45. oldal
... keep you perpetually alive to thought or passion , so from the latter you receive a constant harmonious sense of truth and beauty , more agreeable perhaps on the whole , though less exciting . Ariosto , for instance , does not tell a ...
... keep you perpetually alive to thought or passion , so from the latter you receive a constant harmonious sense of truth and beauty , more agreeable perhaps on the whole , though less exciting . Ariosto , for instance , does not tell a ...
55. oldal
... keep . And more to lull him in his slumber soft , A trickling stream , from high rock tumbling down , And ever drizzling rain upon the loft , Mix'd with a murmuring wind , much like the soun Of swarming bees , did cast him in a swoun ...
... keep . And more to lull him in his slumber soft , A trickling stream , from high rock tumbling down , And ever drizzling rain upon the loft , Mix'd with a murmuring wind , much like the soun Of swarming bees , did cast him in a swoun ...
108. oldal
... keep his eloquence alto- gether within bounds was hardly possible ; and who could have wished it had been ? Would that he had had a Boswell a hundred times as voluminous as Dr. Johnson's , to take all down ! Bacon's Essays would have ...
... keep his eloquence alto- gether within bounds was hardly possible ; and who could have wished it had been ? Would that he had had a Boswell a hundred times as voluminous as Dr. Johnson's , to take all down ! Bacon's Essays would have ...
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appear beauty better body bright bring character comes delight devil doth dream earth Enter eyes face fair fairy fancy fear feeling fire flowers give grace hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hence hope horse humor idea imagination kind king lady leave less light live look lord master mean Milton mind moon nature never night once pain passage passion perhaps play poem poet poetical poetry poor pray present reader reason rest rich round seems seen sense Shakspeare side sing sleep sometimes song soul sound speak Spenser spirit sweet tell thee things thou thought true truth turn unto verse whole wind wood writing young
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219. oldal - What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, singing hymns unbidden till the world is wrought to sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
189. oldal - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
252. oldal - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
252. oldal - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
177. oldal - Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
233. oldal - ST. AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
194. oldal - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe.
88. oldal - Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and but for these vile guns He would himself have been a soldier.
250. oldal - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
186. oldal - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus